Diavolo Ch 10 - Sex Stories

Diavolo Ch 10

... money? Why? When he had so much of his own? Of course, as Daniel Montenegro I’s first born son, he was entitled to some of the inheritance…but half? “We’ll see,” Paulina said with a serene smile as she rose from her chair again. Daniel stood once more, although Gabriel remained seated and kissed his mother on her cheek. “I’ll leave you children to your meal. I have business to attend to. Good day.” *** Gabriel watched the feminine incarnation of Satan stand and walk away. Abigail was shaking. More than ever, he felt he needed to protect her. We’ll see— Paulina had said. A veiled threat. In a few months they’d be releasing the new album they were currently working on and Diamond was already working on another tour to promote it. Would they be safe once they went on tour? Would Paulina Montenegro always be a threat? Would she try to harm Abigail? She barely touched her food as they ate. Thankfully, Daniel kept conversation light and away from the topic of the situation at hand. Just as they finished, he received a call and excused himself from the table, bidding them goodbye. When Gabriel asked for the check, the waiter told them Daniel had already paid it, much to Gabriel annoyance. He walked Abigail back to the daycare, where the workers gaped at him. “Are you still mad at me, baby?” he asked. Abigail looked down at her hands, twisting her fingers together. He gripped them and leaned close, mindful of all the stares they were getting even though they still hadn’t stepping ...

... into the daycare. “I didn’t like you yelling at me,” she said still not looking u at him, “Especially in front of the guys. It made me feel humiliated.” His heart squeezed painfully in his chest. “I’m sorry, Abigail. I freaked out. Not that that is an excuse, but please believe me when I say how sorry I am. I even threw my pain meds down the toilet last night.” She gasped and finally lifted her sweet face to stare at him wide-eyed. “What? Why? Oh-no, Gabriel. Your pain meds? Are you okay?” Her overwhelming concern for him touched him. He felt undeserving of it. “I’m fine, baby,” he replied, relishing the feel of her hands smoothing over his chest, her eyes brimming with worry for him. “Those pills had me crazy.” “But your leg, Gabe.” “It doesn’t hurt that much. I had a lighter prescription filled this morning. Mike made me go get it. The doctor told me to take it if I was in a lot of pain, but I can deal with what I feel right now.” When she made to protest, he laid his finger over her plush lips with a smile. “Baby, I swear, I’m good right now. If it gets bad, I’ll take the meds, but I don’t want to get hooked on those things.” Her look of concern turned into one of understanding. He’d told her about Rafe’s history in and out of rehab. About to ask her if he could stay the night with her, he was interrupted by the feel of a tiny pair of arms encircling his legs. “What?” Both he and Abigail looked down to see a small blond boy hugging him tightly…and looking like he had no ...